"Give it back to you? Why?"
Just as Huang Xue's fingers were about to touch the pendant, Musheng instantly retracted it, and she saw Huang Xue's eyes turn fiercely vicious in a blink, as if she wanted to tear Musheng apart: "This is my thing, you despicable thief!"
"Thief?"
Musheng's lips curved up: "You don't even care about your impending death, and yet you care about such a trifle? This pendant was found at K's murder scene. Don't you want to explain that to me?"
Musheng was bluffing Huang Xue; she had no evidence to prove that Huang Xue had lost the pendant at her murder scene. Nevertheless, Huang Xue now seemed quite deranged, and bluffing might pry some information from her.
Unexpectedly, Huang Xue immediately withdrew her hands. She was crazed but not entirely insane, and she outright denied the matter: "What are you babbling about? The pendant is mine, sure, but I don't know when I lost it, so why is it in your hands?"
